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This poem is about being a failure. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 63 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3066296
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Face down on the ground
Are you lonesome tonight?
I am like a bird
Losing touch with reality
Out on the edge of no return, I burn in a lake of fire
Same old situation haunts me and taunts my conscience everyday
Echoes speak of the life I never knew
Red as blood, everything is now vanity and I will never be successful
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